Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 12:59:39 -0500
From: Terry Stiles <klauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: Benjy's Reborn -- Chap 1
I hope you like this tale. I've had it on the back burner for some
time. Normally I don't enjoy writing sex scenes, but I decided in this
case, I'd give it a shot. If it gets a good responce, I want to tone-down
the sex scenes and publish it as a legit love story. If you'd like to
comment on it, or offer suggestions about where I go with it, I'll gladly
answer any e-mail at klauthor@gmail.com I'll try to post at least one
chapter per week. I'm working on outlines of other stories, if you think
you might want to help write them, email about that too. Please no
flames. I know much of the world thinks this sort of thing is sick. If
you're one of them, why are you visiting this site???
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CHAPTER ONE (young teen/pre-teen)
Eric moved to Lancaster the fall I was 13, but I don't know how well I
would've been prepared if it wasn't for that summer.
Mom and Tim married in May. They were both teachers so they took the
whole season for their honeymoon. When I'd heard, I'd looked forward
to spending the time with dad's family. Instead, Tim sent Chris and I
to camp. As I said, I didn't really enjoy hanging out with my peers
and they didn't seem all that interested in hanging out with me so the
only class I signed up for was horseback riding. I'd gone on trail
rides with Mom's brownie troop, but that's just sitting on a horses
back and letting him follow the one in front of him.
That was more than most in the class, though, and soon I'd learned
enough to keep from falling on my bum and to make the horse go
basically where I wanted him to. After two weeks I dropped out of the
class and started spending all my free time alone with Crackers
exploring the miles of trails.
Of course, I couldn't spend all of my time like that. Except for
lunch, I had to eat my meals with my cabin. There were bonfires twice
a week and chapel services on Sundays. And although Chris was a lot
more outgoing than I and quickly made lots of friends, he still
gravitated to his new big brother and wanted my attention at times.
These weren't too bad and I had to admit that I had a decent time.
There was one boy in my cabin who went out of his way to befriend me.
Todd was 12, thin and as tall as me. His hair was black and his eyes
blue. I thought it was a killer combination. He looked a little bit
like Ricky Schoeder. The morning of the first full day, he followed me
into the shower. I usually try to show myself as little as possible
when I have to be naked around others. He didn't seem to have any
modesty, though, and even chatted with me as we soaped and rinsed our
naked, pubescent bodies. Though he was younger, he was slightly better
developed than I. His four inch dick was about the same size as mine,
but thicker. He was circumcised and his head was more red and
textured, though, while mine was uncut and the head was pink and
smoother. He had a few wiry sandy hairs on his calves while I was
smooth but for the beginning of pubes (our quarter-inch thick bushes
were about the same density). My tits were puffy, almost like a
girl's, but, being a swimmer, his chest had some definition, although,
naturally not as much as his fifteen years old brother, Brian.
>From the first day, he tried to be friends with me. He walked with me
to meals and sat beside me at the bonfires. He invited me to go
swimming and boating with him and sometimes his brother. A few times
he asked to come with Crackers and me. I told him, though, I didn't
like to swim and he didn't ride so it was easy to say no without
hurting his feelings too badly. He wasn't offended, just kept asking.
The cabin slept twenty in bunk beds laid out like this:
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I slept in the top bunk of the bed with the parentheses. Three weeks
into the camp, the boy in the bed perpendicular to mine had a seizure
and had to be moved to a bottom bunk. Todd volunteered to trade.
I didn't sleep well with others. I was always the last in a room to go
to sleep. One night a few days after Todd changed beds, I felt hornier
than usual. The only sounds were the light snores and breathing of
boys. Believing I was the only one awake, I stuffed my hand inside my
shorts and jerked off.
I started slowly (just long, casual strokes, my fingers barely
touching the skin) gradually speeding up and stroking harder. I
suddenly felt a hand on my blanket and I jumped, pulling my hand away
so hard I hurt my dick.
"You don't have to do that," Todd said.
"What?"
His hand found my basket. "I'll do it for you."
I could just barely see his face in the dark. His eyes were locked on
mine. I had to look away. "Y-you mean, you'll jerk me off? No offense,
but I ain't gay."
"Neither am I. Me and Brian do these three sisters at home. But you
have to do something when there's none around. Haven't you ever done
it with your buddies?"
I didn't want to say that I didn't have any buddies, so I just said no.
"Too bad. . . Well?"
He took my shocked silence as acceptance. Before I knew what was
happening, his hand was under my blanket, stroking the front of my
shorts. "Not bad for thirteen," he said.
"Th-thanks."
His hand went up my leg and discovered that I didn't have underwear
on. "Like it easy to get to, huh."
I was getting more used to this. "Just when I sleep. Underwear isn't
comfortable."
He slowly jerked me. "You like?"
I nodded my head. It did feel better than when I did it. Then I
remembered the dark. "Yeah," I whispered.
"How about taking down your shorts so I can move around better?"
I did as he asked. I also rolled onto my side and shifted closer.
"Can I see it?"
"Well, you were awake, what if someone else is? I don't want a bunch
of guys seeing it."
"Just lift the blanket a little. Here, I'll do it." He did and I
sucked in my belly and trust out my groin.
"Not bad. Brian's bigger, and he has more hair, but I like yours, too.
I never did one with this skin."
"Most guys get it cut off when they're born."
"Yeah, I know. I've seen a few. Never saw one hard before though. And
I've never touched one. Why didn't you get it cut off?"
"Dad thinks circumcision is abusive except for Jews doing it. I got
teased about it a couple times when I was little, before he died, but
he said that when I grew up, I'd thank him. He didn't tell why though.
Then last year, my sex-ed teacher said that the foreskin protects the
head so it's more sensitive."
"Then it is abusive!" he laughed.
I was breathing harder and he increased his ministrations. "Getting close?"
"I think so."
"Great. I love to see guys cum."
I noticed that he was fondling himself, too. Instantly, I felt
selfish. I'd never seen another boy hard, let alone touched one, but I
found myself asking, "You want me to do you, too?"
"You don't have to."
"Yeah, but I'd like to try it."
"Okay, then." He lifted the edge of his blanket.
I put my hand under the blanket and fumbled around. He took my hand
and gently moved it to his dong. It felt good in my hand. It was fun
to play with my own dick, but feeling another boy's thing turned me on
more. "Is this okay? I've never done it before."
He sighed. "Yes-s. That's the great thing about doing guys. We know
how to treat each other because we have the same parts. Girls have to
learn."
"I never thought of that."
My dick was becoming so sensitive that it hurt. "I'm going to shoot!"
He stroked faster. "Oh yeah!"
It was too much. I let go of his dick and flopped onto my back and let
him pound me.
"Do you shoot a lot?" He was breathing as hard as me now.
"D-don't know wh-what to c-c-com-compare it to."
"Then I'll have to tell you."
I laughed.
"Shit!" I hissed and exploded.
"Nice!" He smeared my boy juice on my pole. "Not as much as Brian, and
his is white, but good. To tell you the truth, I like it clear like
this."
"Think he would like doing it with me, too?" I couldn't believe I was asking it.
"Yeah. And he jacks better. I-"
"You- what?"
He blushed. "Our uncle Carl says I suck better. Does that bother you?"
Well, I had just let a boy make me cum while fondling his dick. Who
was I to judge?
"No. You suck too, huh?" I rolled back to my side and returned to
beating his meat.
"Yeah. And fuck. Want to try it?"
Sucking intrigued me, but the idea of taking a cock in my butt, while
not a turn off like the guys at school said it should be, was a little
scary. "Sucking might be fun. Not so sure about the other."
"Yeah. I wouldn't do it to you anyway. Your first fuck should be
special. . . But if you want to change your mind about taking me in
the woods with you, we could have a little fun tomorrow. . .
"Ugh oh!"
I pulled away and panicked. "What?"
He took my hand back to his dick. "No. It's just that I'm getting there."
I increased my pumping and he humped my hand.
"Oh yeah!"
I grinned and pumped so hard I was afraid I'd hurt him.
His body jerked three times, "There!" then was still.
"Where?"
It took a half minute for him to answer. "I don't shoot, yet."
My first orgasm, shot between my stuffed donkey's legs when I was 11,
(they'd showed a pretty detailed film in sex-ed class and I had to try
that night) had been wet. I didn't know one could dry cum.
"Oh yeah. I've been doing it since I was ten. Brian says it should be
any day now. I'm already late compared to him. But to tell the truth,
I don't want to shoot. Uncle Carl likes me better this way and even
Brian admits that dry is more intense."
"You do your uncle?" I couldn't imagine a man who could have an adult
would want a practically hairless, small-dicked, inexperienced kid.
"Yeah. Well, I guess that sounds sicker than it is. He's just 17. Dad
has a big family and he's the oldest, so. . ."
"Oh." I yawned.
"Hey, you're tired. Look. Go to sleep, we'll talk and other things tomorrow."
"Okay." I withdrew my hand. "Good night. And thanks."
He gave my dick a little squeeze before letting it go. "Yeah. And
thank you. You have a great dick and not bad hand for the first
time."
As I drifted off to sleep, I thought that no compliment had felt so
good since Dad died.